Coffee Connection

Coffee Connection

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Two individuals of different life trajectories meet up for the first time. Will their online connection fizzle in the real world or will they leave a mark on each other in more ways than one? A/N: *Smut-filled chapters will have a NSFW indication in the form of a A/N so to save people who may be reading in public settings such as crowded public transport.* As always, please leave critiques/feedback!

Summary

Two individuals of different life trajectories meet up for the first time. Will their online connection fizzle in the real world or will they leave a mark on each other in more ways than one?

A/N: *Smut-filled chapters will have a NSFW indication in the form of a A/N so to save people who may be reading in public settings such as crowded public transport.*
As always, please leave critiques/feedback!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prelude

Author Chapter Note

A/N:I'm starting this to improve my writing skills. In comparison to my first work "Shower With a Water God", this series will be one which is more centered towards exploring the nuances of inter-personal relationships rather than smut. *Smut-filled chapters will have a NSFW indication in the form of a A/N so to save people who may be reading in public settings such as crowded public transport.* As always, please leave critiques/feedback!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 17, 2017

Reads: 243

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 17, 2017

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Her.

The small girl sped down the downward-sloping empty pavement on her bicycle, making it screech to halt as she put the excess momentum into a beautifully orchestrated U-turn before she got off and neatly parked it by the side of the blueish-grey stone building. It was great that the local town council provided bicycle parking areas around the town, as it meant less work for the girl who had yet to develop adequate strength from her new strength training routine to lug the transportation vehicle up three flights of stairs. Furthermore, right now, the girl was in no mood for that.

The whole country was in the middle of a heat wave which encouraged everybody to rush to into trains in the mornings not because they were running late for work, but because they did not want to spend extra several minutes sweating it out at the platform for the next train. And for the girl who now was entering her apartment, the God-forsaken weather had turned her brain cells into mush. Which was always bad news when you are a student and  a working member of society truly having to get work done. She locked the door behind her and turned on the fan onto full blast, stripping herself of her boyfriend jeans and her tank top, revealing the entirety of her upper back tattoo. Her back ink was distinctly a work of Van Gogh, the blues swirling together with the yellow lines which created the image of a moon hanging over a night-filled city. She booted up her MacBook Air which loving daddy got her for her 18th birthday two years ago. Thanks to it, she had the means to kickstart her own artistic portfolio. The state-of-the-art computer was the most he could provide for her as a parent, scarcely turning up to her past school events and birthdays. She logged into the forum as always and clicked on a new unread message, from @markdawson.

markdawson: Good day?

The girl typed, So-so. No actual problems, just the drudgery of life.

markdawson: Same here. Like clockwork.

Not for me :)

markdawson: How? :O

The girl laughed in mirth. She found it funny when people told her their lives ran like clockwork and this online contact of hers wasn't the first. She reasoned that even if people had 9 to 5 jobs, there was still the luxury of the weekends to break out into bursts of spontaneity. Those bursts did not even had to be big, like disappearing to another country for 2 days.

I do things well to get by and pay bills. Accepting the inevitability of full control in life helps too. Whatever it is I do.

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Him.

The guy in his black rimmed glasses raised an eyebrow, brushing a piece of his dark wavy hair that had fallen into the path of his vision as he read his online female friend's reply. Whatever it is I do. That had stirred up a hint of some kind of calling within him, rousing his consciousness within. It seemed so sure, so confident, even within adversities. This he inferred from their past conversations, about their work and some mutual sharing about their families, which they both lived away from. They had never met, but even from online conversations alone he had figured her to be a enigmatic sort of figure. Unconventional maybe, but that was what made her interesting to talk to. He took his eyes off his laptop screen and looked around his room as he gathered up his thoughts. His room was more or less neatly organized, with a super single bed with grey covers in the middle of the room and his work desk which he was currently sitting at to the left of it. He had some books laid up in a pile on the top left corner of his desk, which he bought a few weeks ago and meant to read. A half-filled closet stood opposite his desk, which he never got around to fill. It just was not a priority when his work as an accountant demanded 80% of his life.

He drew his lips together in a straight line and hovered his fingers over his keyboard, before typing in his reply. It's now or never. Here goes nothing.

Want to meet up? For lunch, or a coffee maybe?  

A person online couldn't possibly kill him through the screen, after all. He did not want to live forever in ever-building curiosity of who his female friend was.

She did not reply immediately. Which was unusual for her. He held in his breath. Maybe she wasn't as interested as he thought she was? It was hard to tell.

A soft ping came through, and he exhaled in relief.

AJ: Sounds cool. What do you think of The Classy Penguin?

I'm fine with that. Is Saturday noon good with you?

Another held breath, fingers crossed.

AJ: Cool. 


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